Hey, Diary. It's me. Summer. Geez, all this talking about me as if I wasn't there at the time. So, I want to share some of my thoughts and memories too. You know, you all think that because we don't have the language thing down that we don't think and remember. WRONG! We do think and we do remember. We just don't have the mouth and vocal thing coordinated yet so we can only communicate with faces and wailing or cooing and gurgling.
So, my dad was a jerk when Mom was birthing me. I'm surprised she didn't smack him one. But, that's my Mom. Always sweet and loving. At least to my dad. Me? I think she had some issues, probably because of the prolonged misery of my birth. That's another story though. Anyway, Daddy was a bit of an idiot at that time but he sure made up for it later. Here's some shots of him and me right after Mom took off for her bath.
Just look at that face! My Daddy loves me.
Aaaah! The pause that refreshes~~
Oh no! Please tell me he isn't going to do the "I'm gonna eat you up!" thing on my tummy!
Aaaaaarrrrrghhhh! There he goes with the tummy thing!
What is it about babies' tummies that gets you guys all excited and makes you feel like you just HAVE to blow a raspberry on it. You DO know it tickles don't you? And that tossing up in the air thing? You ever wonder WHY we puke down into your faces? I mean, really? Really? Get a clue! How would you feel if you had a full stomach and some bozo tossed you around? You'd puke, right?
Ok, it was a pretty busy day. Like the entire family just HAD to come in and disturb my beauty sleep. Yeah, I know. Babies are adorable and you just want to snuggle them and give them hugs and stuff. And, I gotta admit, we kinda like the whole attention thing. So, first up was Poppa. He's my grandfather only not blood related. He's Granny's husband but he's MY best friend. I loved him from the minute he started promising me shoes while I was inside. What a guy!
I could always count on him. When I was hungry, he got me noms, when I was.....well, that's kind of embarrassing to discuss in public but you get my drift.
The best thing of all though, he always made me feel special and he always gave the best hugs.
The only flaw? You got it! The tummy thing.
Still, you can tell by the way I look up to him, he was my very special, love him to pieces, Grandpa. My Poppa.
Next on the list during that oh, so long day, was Granny. Grans should have known better but here she is waking me up in the wee hours after she got home from work. Hey, is that key lime pie I smell on her outfit? mmmmm.
True to form it was up in the air for me with Grans totally ignoring me telling her I was gonna puke.
I can just hear her now...."Who's the sweetes' widdle baby den? Is se da cutes widdle angel? Is se Granny's precious baby?" I mean, really? Do you think we REALLY talk like that? "den"? What happened to "then"? "Widdle"? I thought that was something I might do in the potty. Really, Grans. I hope I never talked to my kids like that, but I probably did. At least she was smart enough to get me down off her face so any puking was done over the shoulder. Smart lady, my Grans.
Pretty too. Even when she was making googoo faces at me. My Gran loves me a lot.
Don't do it! Resist the urge! Noooooooo, Gran! Use the force! Resist!
Dang it. Total epic fail there Gran. She did the tummy thing. Sigh.
Ah well. At least she made up for it by letting me stay up late watching tv with her. Not sure about this whole cooking thing though.
And she even gave me hugs and loves and tucked me back in bed. G'night all.
Oh, Ms. Marsden? My Gran says all these "nooboo" pictures are for you. (What's a nooboo?)
